Who are you?
- aleshanee
- Oct 14, 2014
- 2 min read
Who are you?
Who are you to demand for your life to be understood by others while you cause harm by your choices? Which arrogance is feeding you for you to think that your problems require compassion? Which right do you invoke to consciously impact negatively anyone in this world? What makes you think that the love we carry for you should necessarily offset the harm of your actions?
The love you seem to expect is not love. It's admiration for an above average being who does great things. As such, these drawbacks should be forgiven in light of the greatness of your being and your accomplishments. To love you seems to become an unconditional duty. Everything should be forgiven since you are driven by good intentions. You would like to be everywhere and omnipresent, as a demigod. Necessarily failure and disappointment are inevitable. And no one should make you guilty because, after all, you're not superhuman, isn’t it? How arrogantly modest.
Once you feel the other’s love, in the name of your ideal of love, you wait for a vested right. You shall quote: "I love you one day, I love you forever."
The author is right. I can’t assert the same about you. Love is a voluntary act of giving. One does not demand it. One does not take it for granted. The same goes for understanding. Patience. Compassion. Forgiveness.
By the way. the polite form is to say "I beg your pardon ", unlike an "I'm sorry", whose formulation contains the same arrogant seed of taking for granted.
I offer you my love. Freely. I offer my patience. Freely. I offer my forgiveness freely.
I remain free to withdraw my pardon at any time. The same goes for my patience. As well as my love. This does not mean that I no longer love you. It means I have stopped giving you the manifestation of my love.
I love you one day, I love you forever.
Once inside my heart, I can't ever get you out completely. You will have awoken the essence of love. This acquirement is mine and mine alone.
The manifestation of love is but a pale reflection of its essence. The beloved is only a mirror. Without mirror, no reflection. The essence alone remains.
Who are you?

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